Everyone Hates Adrian Chase

He was the bus boy at Fennel Fields where you waitressed, and honest? No one liked him. He was arrogant, talked a lot about random animals, a slow busser, a little misogynist, frequently on his phone, rude… but again, if you were being honest, you had a soft spot for him.

That was always you, a weakness for the underdogs, taking pity on those no one else gave a chance. It’s why you went to junior prom with the senior incel despite rather going alone. Well, that and your inability to stay no. That ended with a restraining order several months after he graduated, and you still felt bad for him.

It was something people liked about you; you gave them a chance, nice to everyone, people pleaser, but you weren’t sure it was something you liked about yourself. It’s why you were here, waitressing long shifts instead of taking college classes like you dreamed. You needed to support your boyfriend who never seemed to be able to hold a job.

But Adrian wasn’t Jason. Adrian wasn’t the senior. Adrian was just Adrian. He was an odd duck, but he was nice to you so you were nice back. In turn, he latched onto you like a duckling following around its mama, eyes wide in those large glasses and smile plastered on his face. Everyone of you coworkers called him your stalker, but it wasn’t like that. Adrian was harmless.

And, he walked you to your car every day. Even if he got done with his closing chores first, which wasn’t common since he spent so much time talking to you when he should be working, Adrian waited for you to finish, even helping you, before walking you to your car.

“This is my favorite part of the day.” He giggled as he held the back door open for you, then kicked some trash out of your walkway past the dumpster.

“I like talking to you too, Adrian.” Parking was a little further down than the lamplights were, so it made for a creepy walk. Luckily, it seemed any time you worked, Adrian did too, which was convenient because he always walked you to your car, even checking the back seat and hanging around until you drove off.

You liked listening to him ramble, too. That wasn’t just you being nice, it was soothing. You weren’t much of a talker, and it felt like outside of being a girlfriend and an employee you didn’t have much of a life so it was fun hearing his interests and activities. You liked hearing about his friend group, his interests like pokemon, even his animal facts that you were pretty sure were often wrong. He was good company.

“And Chris, then he showed me these Foxy Shazam songs and trust me I was hesitant because you know all those rockers did a lot of drugs and I don’t want to support crime but I actually really liked the music and sing spotify barely pays their artists I suppose I can justify it.”

“Your friends sound like a lot of fun. I don’t really have many friends, it’s nice to see people get lucky with a good group.”

Adrian laughs as you approach your car and he checks underneath to ‘make sure no one was underneath ready to cut your achilles tendant’ “That’s crazy! You have lots of friends here! I bet you make friends wherever you go.”’

You give a little shrug. “I dunno. I talk to people at work. But outside of work, I guess it’s just me and Jason. And Shrek.”

Shrek was your orange cat, the only real joy you had at home anymore.

His face falls. “Oh. Well, you could hang out with me? I bet they’d love you! Well, Ads would love you. Chris would like you. Maybe. But they’d warm up! They’re just grumpy pants.”

You wanna laugh, but sadness tugs at your chest. You tried to hide it. “It’s fine. I’m just busy is all.”

It clicks to Adrian. “It’s Jason, isn’t it?”

You shuffle your feet and he groans.

“Come OOOOONNNNNNNN! He’s such a loser, he doesn’t deserve an angel like you.” His eyes shine with residual glimmer from the nearest street light, lips parted as he stares at you. You know how he feels about Jason, how everyone feels about Jason. “I don’t understand why you-”

“No one does!” You throw up your arms in frustration, because they don’t.

You couldn't explain it, because you couldn’t explain it to yourself either. You didn’t want to be with Jason, but every time you thought of breaking up, you thought of the mean things he would say…. And it just didn’t feel worth it. You were always so tired from work, tired from the fights, low self esteem and constantly running the rat race to win praise that never seemed to be enough for anyone to prioritize you, that dealing with a break up seemed more exhausting than just… going. You put your hand on the door, ready to just drive off and get home to your cat when Adrian puts his hand over yours. Your body tenses at the sudden touch, and when you look at Adrian he seems to have noticed.

“Come home with me.”

Surprise didn’t even begin to explain. “W-what?”

But he was earnest, tightening his hold. “Come live with me. You can get away from Jason, start over. I can take care of you, get you back to college-”

“Adrian,” You laugh. “You’re a bus boy.”

Hurt flickers across his eyes, and suddenly you feel really, really bad. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry,” You’re quick to apoligize, guilt stabbing at your chest for fucking up once again. There was no good way to do this, no way to let him down easily without hurting his feelings. But you couldn’t leave Jason without more pain. You put your hands on his shoulders. “Adrian, I’m sorry, you’re a really sweet kid but…”

He takes a step back, looking at his non-slip shoes. “No means no…”

Seeing your out, you open the car door, apologizing again and again as you get inside. When you drove past him, he reminded you of that one picture of sad spongebob.

When you got home, the house smelled like weed and litterbox. “Jason, did you change Shreks swamp? Jason?” you look around. Shrek’s litterbox was not cleaned, the dishes a mess in the sink, beer cans all over and note on the fridge asking you to get groceries soon.

As you're cleaning up at midnight, feet aching from work as your boyfriend snoring in the living room, you think of Adrian. He was so sweet, but he’s still a boy. A boy 10 years older than you, you remind yourself. Still, even if he didn’t know how to keep a house clean, at least he worked. Overdue bills sat on the kitchen table, and part of you wondered what a different life with Adrian might look at. Shrek meowed at your feet, and you sigh. You were stuck. Nothing to do about it now.

Adrian was awkward around you for a few days, but he was like a goldfish sometimes. Short term memory worked in your favor and soon enough you were back to being friends. He walked you to your car every day and never made any mention of whisking you away to his moms basement again. It all started when you came to work after a fight and you’re sure he could tell you’d been crying. You always said listening to him yap got your mind off things,s o he started to yap away again at you and it worked. Friendship restored, and Adrian was your reprieve from home.

Until Friday night, an odd occurrence when Adrian didn’t work with you.

Yeah, it hurt when you rejected him. Adrian had went home that night and cried. Chris told him, “shoot your shot” and Ads said “worst she can do is say no!”

Worst you said was you called him a bus boy and laughed in his face. That was worse than no. It took an 11th street gang get together to pull him up when he spent 3 days miserable in bad and Harcourt came and quite literally dragged him out to a rooftop party.

“Just be patient.” She’d told him as she drove. “Don’t be weird, or weirder than you normal are, but eventually she get tired of that asshole.”

“And she’ll want me?”

“I didn’t say that. No guarantees. But she’ll need a friend, I guess. And you can be there for her and maybe something more. But don’t fucking be weird. No stalking.”

Adrian tried to listen, he really did, but he didn’t know how to not be weird. And the stalking? Well. That was already a habit

You didn’t go hardly anywhere other than work and errands. Your bank was the JP Morgan on A street. You liked Aldies. Sometimes you’d treat yourself to a coffee at a cute coffee shop by your house, which was the only fun you seemed to have. Oh yeah, he found out where you live. One of the times he looked under your car he put a tracker. Big deal. When he wasn’t crime fighting or with his friends, he was with you, whether you knew it or not. He’d even managed to break into your apartment a few times and steal some dirty underwear, pet your cat, and put random gift cards around the house for things he knew you liked so you had to spend it on things for yourself. Always random places so you could find them and think you’d just forgotten.

It was with those underwear that he got the idea. Adrian loved to touch himself as he sniffed them, humping a pillow until he came into his tighty whiteys or jerking himself off with his free hand. He liked to lick the crotch, but he found the smell faded faster. He had to make more and more trips into your place but it was getting risky. Adrian always returned the old pair (washed!) as he stole a new one, but getting in was hard when Jason never fucking left.

One night, he broke in while you were asleep. He’d retrieved a used pair, nice and fresh off your body after a long shift and smelled so deliciously like you, but he wanted to return the cleaned pair, so he snuck into your room. Adrian looked at you, moon light pouring onto your angelic face and he just wanted to crawl into bed and cuddle you, to clamp his hand over your mouth until he fucked you awake-

But Adrian Chase was not that kind of guy. He wasn’t a rapist. He just need you to see he was so much better than that ugly man sleeping next to you.

He’d make you see, he thought to himself, humping a pillow with your underwear in his mouth to muffle the pathetic whimpers.

He just needed a chance. He needed you alone and away from Jason. He needed to show you he could provide.

The drug money. He could do it. It was blood money, but it wasn’t for him, right? It was to get a girl out of an emotionally abusive relationship! He was doing good!

Adrian whined, hips sputter as he grew closer, the thought of touching you, caressing your curves, of making you see what he could give you as a man, a real fucking man… your soft skin against his, your hand on his-

“Nnngghhhh!” Adrian cried into his mattress, eyes rolling back as he came to the thought of a handjob by you.

He knew what he needed to do.

You hated walking alone. You tried to ask someone to walk with you but no one wanted to wait. Always gave you the heebijibis after being stalked the summer after junior year by the senior you let take you to prom just because you couldn’t say no. Your car was right there, no big deal… yet the walk felt long, your purse clutched to you. It shouldn’t be so scary it was a wide open parking lot! Nothing bad should.

The rag covering your mouth was doused in a chemical, a sickly sweet that reminded you off gasoline.

Suddenly, you were taken to the ground, a masked man in a dark suit wrapped his body around you. You tried to fight it, screaming as best you can but you’re covered completely. On the ground, the strangers free arm skill fully wraps rope around both wrists and locks his legs over yours, your back to his chest as he held the rag to you. You vaguely think he’s trying to knock you out, but the terror of the other thing you noticed nocks away all other thoughts.

He’s hard.

He’s hard and he’s moaning as you wiggle trying to struggle away. The thought sickens you, only making you move harder and more erratic as the chemicals slowly make you sleepy, only making the masked stranger moan more and more. He’s even rocking his hips against your back, and just as your close your eyes and give in, you can feel him tense, sigh, and relax, cumming as everything fades.

Chapter 2 Summary:

The masked man observes you

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Beautiful. Absolutely angelic. You were the prettiest think he’d ever seen in his life and you were her, in his basement.

Adrian ran his hands down your arms, feeling the smooth skin… well, sorta smooth. He’d need to get you lotion. Darn it! He thought he thought of everything! Whatever, you’d get you lotion and whatever else you needed. Harcourt ‘knew a guy’ or rather a bank that wouldn’t ask too many questions, so he cashed in all the money he’d taken from drug busts, and helped him sell the coke AFTER testing it to make sure it wasn’t laced! He wasn’t that big of an asshole.

Most of the drugs were stored away still for when he needed more, but he cashed in the money and took to renovating the room. It was everything a girl could want; bed, TV, microwave, carpets, tampons… well he wasn’t sure what women wanted but he got you a TV and that was a good place to start. All the streaming channels! Unless you didn’t want disney because you were boycotting it or something. He’d give up The Mandalorian for you. Or use Ads subscriptions. Pirating was out of the question.

But you were here! You were here, in bed, waiting for him to touch you and god, he would once you asked. Adrian wanted to touch more than your arms. He touched your legs in your black work wants, your feet he’d taken out of your shows and massaged. He knew how bad your feet hurt after a double. He touched your face, even though he knew you hated people touching your face because you were worried about break outs but he washed his hands! Adrian couldn’t wait, couldn’t fucking wait to slide his hands under your shirt, to stuff his fingers down your pants and feel your wet hot heat, your pussy coating his fingers in your honey… He’d fuck you so much better than that two pump chump you let slide between those pretty legs.

He’d make you love him. You were so different from everyone else, you saw things in him no one could fathom. Everyone at work hated him, most people thought he was a fucking loser, but you? You saw the version of himself he saw too.

Adrian just had to make you love it.

When the chemicals started to wear off, the first thing you felt wa someone touching your hand- no, holding it? No, holding it and stroking it. As consciousness slowly came to you, a pit of dread settled in your stomach, but you weren’t sure why yet. But then you opened your eyes and saw the masked man kneeling at your bedside holding your hand; his hand rested on his crossed arms on top of the mattress like a lover gazing up at his bride.

But there was no bride and no love, and his mask was impenetrable for expression.

You scream, yanking your hand away and trying to scramble to the other side, only to find your kingsized bed pushed up against brick that scratched your skin.

The man stood, arms dropped too his sides as he watched you. He didn’t even move as you jumped off the bed and mad a mad dash to the door. Locked, because of course it was.

“HEEEELP!! HELP ME!!! HELPPPP!” You scream, bang on the door, beg for him to let you up as your hand rattled the door nob. Looking around, you were in a basement- not even egress windows. No one could even hear you. “Please…” Energy weakens, and your forehead rests on the door. “Please let me go…” The strangers hand, now gloved again, is placed over yours and carefully, slowly moves it away. Defeat sinks in. Maybe if you placate, if you fawn like you always do, he’ll let you go after a while.

“What now? Are you gonna…” You wring your hands together, not able to finish the words. You knew what happened to kidnapped women in basements and you prepared yourself for the worst. Just get through it, just get though it…

But he just shakes his head, pointing over to a different area where he has a couch set up, a little table with a plate. You were fucking starving, having not eaten since before work with the exception of munching on some fries… but this had to be a trap. Luring you into a false sense of safety so you let your guard down? What guard? He was in complete control here.

Maybe he just wasn’t a complete sadist. Maybe he just liked to lock women in his basement, make them play house, have some non-screaming-torture sex and be on his way?

One thing at a time, and right now, you needed food. You sat down, and the mysterious man pulled up Bobs Burgers… how did he know you liked this show? Loved it? That you liked to watch it while you eat? He must’ve been stalking you. As you tried to watch TV and eat the very bland food, you looked around and took it in. It wasn’t what he’d expected when you thought about being kidnapped (which was a very normal thing to think about, thank you.)

Shag carpeting, brick wall on two sides, lavender on the other. More and more you grew unsettled as you noted the pictures and posts of shows and movies and singers you liked. How long had he been watching you? He must’ve been waiting for a chance, and when Adrian wasn’t there to protect you, he pounced. What if he’d been with you, would he have been hurt or killed? You doubted that twink could handle himself in anyway, his ‘protection’ was more having someone there. He didn’t look like much of a threat in that silly bus boy uniform, but it was nice. He was nice. Your thoughts drifted to his bright smile, the way he lit up around you, how he made you laugh…

How odd that right now, as the stranger sat on the couch with you cross cross with his hands on your lap, and you have no idea the horrors to come, you thought of Adrian, not Jason?

But the horrors didn’t come. Instead, you just watched Bobs Burgers like you did most nights when Jason didn’t insist on Rick and Morty. When you started to sink down on the couch, he brought you a blanket. It was then you took a good look at his suit. It looked like a suit a meta human might wear, like green lantern or some shit, but you didn’t recognize him. Villain? Why was he here?

It seemed a good sign he wasn’t unmasking- maybe he meant to let you leave here alive if you couldn’t describe his face, or even voice? When you started to fade off to sleep, you felt his arms around you and jolted awake again, eyes staring wide up at him. But he just stood with his palms out in submission. When he moved to touch you again, you tried not to flinch. He picked you up carrying you to the bed.

Thoughts swirled around you, nervousness, anger, hurt, feelings you could never express even outside of these four walls so no use trying now. This is what it was. He was carrying you to bed to rape you, hurt you, and you were going to do your best to try and figure out what it is that the stranger wanted and not make him mad so that you could survive this. People survived these things. It happened, and you were going to be on. Because sure, you didn’t have backbone. You didn’t have dreams or ambitions anymore, no will to do hardly anything expect survive the fucking day and guess what? That’s what you were good at. So you’d survive as many days here until you got own.

He laid you down and climbed on the bed. He touched your face and you tried not to grimace. You hated hands on your face. The gloved tips slid down your neck, the clavicle bone and dipping just below and you braced- they went no lower. Instead, he gave two claps and the lights turned off- did he have the clapper? The fuck?

Lights were off, and all he did was wrap his arms around your middle and bury his mask against your neck after pulling up the comforter.

For a few days, that was the only contact you had from him. You’d watch TV alone all day, eat the snack and heat up food he had in the fridge. At night, he’d bring you a plate and crawl into bed with you. Never unmasking, never talking despite a view questions.

Always, always asleep in your bed, his firm body and strong arms shamefully bringing comfort to your loneliness. If you cleared your mind enough, you could pretend it was Adrian.

Even smelled like him.

Chapter 3 Summary:

Adrian unmasked

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It was growing hard for Adrian to not talk to you. Work was a lot less fun without you there, and he really fucking missed laughing with you… but he needed to earn your trust first. He needed to make you see that Vigilante was trustworthy, that you were safe here. Even now, as you lay asleep in his arms, he very easily could take advantage of you, of your sleeping state and weaker body, but he doesn’t. He just holds you, holds you like he’s always wanted to, even if he can’t talk.

He wants to tell you about his and Chris’s adventures, once you can be trusted with his secret identity. He wants to tell you about that bitch Lisa at work who was mean to him now that you aren’t there to stick up for him. He wants to complain about his mom being on his dick all the time, but he can’t because you can’t know who he is.

So, instead he takes his little wins. Watching Hulu shows with you at the end of the night, feeding you dinner, carrying you to bed. When before, his favorite part of the day was the couple of minutes he got to walk you to your car and talk with you, now it was laying down beside you, feeling your warmth, smelling your hair, just knowing you were there.

It had been a few nights of this, and Adrian was cuddled up with your body next to his under the warm comforter. Yes, he’d gotten hard, as he did most nights, but he had no intention of doing anything. It was just natural, being body to body with the woman he loved, breathing in her essence. Still, what happened was an accident.

When he shifted, Adrian felt a jolt of erotic pleasure spasm in his crotch. He remembered the last time he came, when he chloroformed you and you laid writhing in his lap and he couldn’t help himself but cum in his suit. The memory made his cock twitch against your sleeping form, and Adrian thought that maybe… a little wouldn’t hurt. Slowly, Adrian tested rocking his hips against your ass, feeling his hard length slide between your clothed cheeks. He can’t help but shutter as he humped you like he humps his pillows.

You tried not to stiffen. He thought you were asleep, and you worried if he knew you were up, he’d want to do more than he was right now. The masked stranger had, so far, not done anything overtly sexual, beside the obvious boner poking at you every single night. Still, it was better than violent rape. Even in the tight suit -vigilante, you eventually remembered- you could feel what he was packing, and it was a lot. The thought made your nervous. Jason left a lot to be desired, which you felt bad saying because he was your boyfriend but it was true. If he had a small dick and made up for it in other ways, it’d be fine, but Jason never wanted to explore. Hell, he didn’t even barely give you oral.

Was he out looking for you? Were the police? Were you on the news as a missing person? You wondered what picture was used for your missing person poster… it was probably something from facebook, Jason never took pictures of you. Was Adrian worried sick? He was probably out looking for you day in, day out.

Thoughts of Adrian briefly distract you from the feeling of the masked man using your body to get off, his stifled grunts and the way his hands flexed and retracted, like he wanted to molest you. Was he guilt ridden? Did he have a conscience, something you could use to convince him to let you go?

He moves his hand to your hips, holding you steady as he grinds against you, he’s not trying to be subtle anymore and you can feel the gloved fingers dip into the flesh. He’s panting now, the mask doing little to hide it. Was he going to cum just from drying humping? Part of your mind wanders, wondering how this was even possible when Jason barely wanted to have sex with you, said you “just weren’t doing it for him.”

Then you heard it. He whimpered, and your blood ran cold while your face grew hot. Deep inside you, you recognized the sound. As he neared completion, he got sloppy in both his movements and in repressing his vocal stims, and soon enough he was moaning as he came in his suit, and you knew that voice.

You whip around, and your first attempt to grab him is met with swift reflexes but you aren’t easily deterred, wrestling with him until your fingers find the notch of his mask, yanking it off harshly over his face. Even though you knew who it was by his voice, the shock of those light-brown curls and green eyes hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Adrian?!”

The power and control he seemed to exude melted away when de-masked, and suddenly it looked like Adrian had dressed up as vigilante for halloween, not that the sweet bus boy at your job could actually be the masked man who was wanted on multiple count of murder, had kidnapped you and kept you in this fucking basement.

“I can explain!” He scrambled to get out of bed, pulling his glasses out of his pocket.

“What the fuck! You kidnapped me??”

“I just wanted to help you!” Adrian leans in a little to emphasize his point. “You were trapped! You needed to get away from Jason,”

“You trapped me!”

“I can help you! I can support you! You need to rest, I can-”

He kept going, and going, his movements becoming more frantic and eyes more bewildered as you shouted and screamed at him, but one thing he never said was he was sorry, because he wasn’t. Back and forth you argue, you screaming at him at the top of your lungs, throwing things, trying to break stuff as he desperately tried to explain his side.

“I made this place just for you!”

“Jason can’t even do the dishes!”

“He was killing your light!”

You stormed up to him, much less afraid now that you knew it was Adrian, and poke at his chest. “They’ll find me! And you’ll be fucked! So you might as well let me go!”

Something flashed in his eyes, and he spat out the next words. “No one is looking for you!” Adrian snatched your wrist from his chest, not hurting it but a firm gasp. As you tried to pull away, you noticed the muscles in his arms and the strength he carried. Adrian was stronger than he looked. You tilt your head up to glare at him in defiance.

“Yes, they are!”

His voice was calm but passionate, letting his voice carry heavy. “No, they aren’t! Jason hasn’t filed a missing persons report, Angel. Our job already hired a new waitress. It’s over. No one even knows you’re gone.”

You blink, frozen as your mind races. “No…” You shake your head. “My friends… my parents-”

“You stopped talking to your parents years ago, because they didn’t like Jason. All your friends left you because of Jason.” A smile twitched at the corner of Adrian's mouth, the glib evident as he watched the realization settle. He dropped your hand. “It’s just you and me now, Angel.”

Dizziness overtook you, and there was nothing left to say to him. You were trapped and alone. You lay down on the bed.

Adrian paced around the room, seeming to be talking to you excitedly about how great it was going to be, although you tuned him out. Everything had gone to waste. All that people pleasing and for what? For your only friend to kidnap you? Your boyfriend to not even care? No friends or family to notice?

“And I’ll cook for you and every night we can watch TV together! It’ll be fucking awesome, just you and me! And maybe later you can do some online classes- in a few years after I trust you of course- and get your degree! See, it’ll be great, right Angel? Angel?”

Adrian stopped walking the room, looking at you staring at the wall, catatonic. You just needed time, he thought. You just needed to adjust. You needed to feel at home- OH! He had the perfect idea! Grabbing his mask, Adrian ran out to your old apartment.

You woke up to pressure on your chest. Still groggy and eyes burning from crying yourself to sleep once Adrian left the room, it took you a moment to be able to open your eyes, but when you did you were greeted with a familiar ball of orange fur.

“SHREK!!!”

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The couch was comfortable, so there was that. In fact, everything was. It was too comfortable, actually. How did he afford any of this? You’ve seen his paycheck. How were you in a fucking house? You tried not to think about it. Probably blood money of some sort from killing people since he was some kind of street criminal.

Shrek jumps on your chest and you hold him tight. He’s been so needy all day; Jason probably didn’t feed him, or pet him, he probably didn’t set out the DJ booth scratch pad that was supposed to have come on amazon prime the day BEFORE you got kidnapped. So much for 2 day shipping. Fucking Bezos. But, he was here now, and everything was a little better. At least you had someone that missed you.

Not reported missing. No one was looking for you. Jesus fucking christ now you locked in Adrian Chase’s fucking basement and you didn’t even have the guts to yell at him about it. Adrian was so convinced he was helping you, saving you, the desperation in his eyes as he pleaded for understanding penetrated your chest and you hated yourself for it. Why was it you felt empathy for the worst people you knew? Even now, you wished he’d come back, wished you could talk to him like you did at work. A thought eched around in your head for the long hours passed only by the ukelele sound of the Bobs Burgers into.

If someone else kidnapped you, Adrian would have reported you missing.

Adrian would have found you.

How sick it was that part of you fantasized about it still, that vigilante and him were separate people, and Adrian would come and take you away from this. And take you back to what, exactly?

The door opened, and Adrian came in, his suit peeking out of a walmart bag. The fact he carried it in a walmart bag was the most Adrian thing you’d ever seen. He could at least have stolen one of your many tote bags for donating to NPR or going to the library or something. You had plenty, and god knows Jason wasn’t using them.

You lift your head up from the couch. “Where have you been all night??” It was 2 am, and you didn’t want him to know you wanted to see him. You didn’t want to admit it yourself but fuck, you were so lonely.

He locks the door behind him, as always. “Doing superhero shit.” Adrian sounds a little defensive, and you raise an eyebrow and sit up on your elbows.

“You’re meta?”

But he just walks past you, dodging eye contact. “Well, no-”

“So you’re just some guy then.”

That makes him whip around, cheeks pink. “Nuh uh! I’m a vigilante! It’s in the name!”

“What you are is wanted on multiple counts of murder.”

He leans in, brows furrowed in slight confusion. “Yeah, for killing rapists and criminals.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Well, you didn’t know that. You laid back down on the bed with your arms cross, pouting, but he kept trying to talk to you from the open bathroom door.

“Did you like your dinner?”

You didn’t answer.

“Made it just for you.”

“Maybe you could make it with some seasoning next time.”

When you turned to look at him, you were hit with the Adrian you knew before, the Adrian who was so confident in himself that nothing could knock him down… unless you accidentally did something. You never meant to hurt Adrian, but you weren’t perfect. Sometimes you brushed him off or didn’t greet him as enthusiastically as you usually did because you were tired or sad or just had a fight he would look so wounded. He’d spend the day being extra dotting, and you’d feel so guilt stricken that you’d try and make it up to him. The cooks wouldn’t sneak Adrian fries or appetizers, but they would for you. Sliding Adrian a fried mozzarella stick was all it took to change his mood.

There were no fried mozzarella stickers here, Adrian's fault with that, but the kicked puppy look on his face triggered a pavlovian response in you to want to feed him one. You’d hurt his feelings, and despite this being a situation of his own making part of you wanted to just make it all better. He walked back into the bathroom and closed the door.

Okay, so Adrian didn’t make it, but still. His mom didn’t ask too many questions when he’d said he needed her to make extras and put them in tupperware, but she never asked questions about much. Even when he’d remodeled the basement, soundproofing, putting in shag carpeting, buying decorations and a minifridge and microwave and a new bed, she didn’t ask questions, just talked at him about it.

Sure, his moms cooking wasn’t the best, but he wouldn’t describe it as bland. Still, you weren’t happy with it. He’d have to figure something else out. Maybe he could… cook for you? He’d learn to cook for you, learn to make foods you liked and would eat and enjoy! Something to make you happy here, to stop looking so fucking sad all the time… he knew it would be an adjustment, but he didn’t think it’d hurt him so much to see your eyes red with tears. Adrian yearned for the day you found comfort in him, that you didn’t crave the outside world, at least not as much as you craved him. He’d be everything you needed, you’d never have to leave home again.

You could eventually, of course. He wasn’t a misogynist, he didn’t want to keep you locked in a house! Ha! That’d be terrible! False imprisonment is a crime! No, no, he’d just make it so that when he was home, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. His entire world revolved around you, he just needed your entire world to be him.

Adrian hoped in the shower, washing blood off his body and smiling at the pink water dripping down. He loved blood, loved the crimson when it leaked out a bad person's body, out their mouth when their lungs were punctured. He wondered how long until you’d let him fuck you on your period. There were few things more intimate than your period, something women are always weirdly secretive about. Didn’t bother Adrian none, blood wasn’t scary to him. But he watched when you, at work, walked to the bathroom with a pad tucked into your back pocket (he knew the shape of your ass so well any change was noticeable) or tried to subtly slide a tampon up your sleeves. Did Jason make you feel ashamed? He would show you there was nothing to be embarrassed about, he’d shove his face between your red legs and show you how little shame he had. A bonding experience indeed.

By the time he got out of the shower, he’d jerk himself off twice just to get it out of his system. Adrian opened the door, surprised to find the lights off and you laying down on the bed. He craved your body, but considering how upset you’ve seemed today, even with Shrek, he figured maybe some space was good. Adrian grabbed the throw blanket- your favorite color- and went to lay on the couch.

You sat up like a lighting bolt. “What are you doing?”

The light of the glowing tv -you liked to fall asleep to cartoons- showed your eyes wide and wringing your hands together.

“Weeeeeeell I just thought I’d sleep over here-”

“I’m sorry”

Adrian laughed a little, giving a smile. “That’s silly, what could you even be sorry for!”

“Being mean! That’s why you don’t wanna be near me?”

Adrian's heart nearly broke with how small your voice was. “Oh Angel, no…” He walked over to your bed and cupped your face, smiling down at your worried face. “You want me in bed with you?”

“Not sex! It’s just… lonely… are you mad at me?”

“No!” Adrian giggled, waving you off and then practically jumping into the bed. “Sleep time!”

Adrian laid against you the same way he did the nights before, this time without the mask and uniform. He felt warm, and that distinct Adrian smell was all over. Baby shampoo and old spice. You hated to admit you liked his arm around you- where had Adrian been hiding those arms? Around you, you could feel the firm muscle, something you’d never noticed in that god forsaken Fennel Fields polo.

How was this Adrian? How was this your life? Your brain was struggling to put the two Adrians together- it didn’t make sense to you that the man who proudly showed off picture of his beanie baby collection chloroformed you and kept you in this fucking crypt. Okay so maybe crypt isn’t the right word. It’s nice in here, for a stalkers basement anyway. Then, you felt it. Sure as last night when he was rubbing against you but this time just in thin Star Wars PJ’s.

“ADRIAN!”

It was unnerving, a guy as nerdy as Adrian should not have that big a dick, and it should not be that rock hard in your ass crack, and it should not turn you on this much. You freak out and begin kicking him, and Adrian falls back on the floor. When you peer over the bed, he’s looking up at you, fingers and toes buried in the shag rug.

“What is wrong with you!”

He just shrugged. “It’s natural when I’ve got the prettiest girl in the whole world in bed with me.”

You grip the edge of the pillowtop bed. “I fucking heard you moaning in the shower, Adrian! How can you get this hard again?”

He simply glanced down where your cleavage was showing as you bent over. Even in the pants, you see his dick twitch.

“UGH!”

“It’s fine angel, I’ll go sleep on the-”

“No!”

A pregnant pause hangs in the air. You couldn’t tell him you were crippled by loneliness, a loneliness that consumed you so violently even when Jason was in the bed next to you. He only wanted to touch you for sex; sometimes you wanted to be held, to feel like you were worth more than what you could give, that someone would love you if they couldn’t take.

But you couldn’t tell Adrian that.

“Take care of it.”

He says okay, begins to get up, but you stop him.

“No,” A surge of confidence courses through you. “Here.”

Adrian looks at you, very confused, then to his dick, then back to you as he’s leaned back on his hands.

“Like, jerk off in front of you?”

“You too much of a pussy?”

A smile played at the corner of his lips, and Adrian began to palm his erection. You felt warmth settle in your stomach at how far he has to run his hand down, and the dead eye-contact he makes with you.

“All for you, Angel.” Adrian looks around the room he created. “This place,” Glazed down at his cock as he pulled out from the hole in the crotch. “My dick. All for you.”

“You’re fucking disgusting, Adrian.” Then he does something you weren’t expecting. He moans at your words. The sound sends a tingle though your veins, and you feel your toes wiggle in excitement. You laugh, a short burst of a laugh in disbelief, barely more than a scoff. “You like this shit, don’t you, being degreadded.”

Adrian spits into his hand, kneeling in front of you and jerking off faster. He looks up at you with glassy eyes, hypnotized and a little droll at the corner of his mouth, like just the sight of you was too much.

You were an angel, a literal angel. The ceiling light cast a glow around your head, forming a halo around you. Glowing. Never had Adrian seen something like you, someone so perfect, so beautiful. He’d never been so turned on in his life, shuttering when he swiped his thumb over the tip.

You continued to talk down to him, only serving to turn him on more.

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little boy.”

He had to stop his eyes from rolling back, he didn’t want to let go of this sight of you. “Yeah I am…” Adrian muttered lazilly, words slurring.

“You’re disgusting, a sick, sick, gross little man who never grew up! It’s why everyone at work hates you, it’s why I took pity on you, because you’re so miserable of a person it’s like petting a sick puppy.”

This time, Adrian couldn’t stop himself from moaning, eyes rolling back as the *fap, fap, fap* increased. You were so pretty, so fucking hot when you were being demanding. He loved seeing you like this, seeing you take control the way you never did with Jason.

“Are you gonna come like this?”

You didn’t know what was happening, who this person was. You didn’t talk like this, you didn’t dirty talk in sex at all none the less degrade… but it felt good. It felt really good to see Adrian at your mercy and fuck if he didn’t look pretty like this, pathetically stroking himself as you degraded him.

Adrian nodded in response to your question, eyes begging for permission as tip of his sloppy cock dripped with precum. He was fucking huge, unreasonable big and it wasn’t fair it made your mouth water. Jason was- fuck Jason. Asshole couldn’t even report you missing or feed your cat, who cares if you had a little fun.

“Come on the floor.”

Just past his knees, the shag rug ended and Adrian spilled onto the hardwood, groaning babbling as he rubbed himself raw and never once stopped looking at you. “So pretty, sofuckingpretty, my angel…”

When he was done, he sat back on his haunches and waited for instructions.

“Clean it up.”

You lay in Adrian’s arms, erection free, as he snored lightly behind you. He’d done it. On his hands and knees he’d licked his own cum off the floor, laving out his tongue at you before swallowing it. Now, as he slept, you replayed the entire thing in your head. Were you mean? Were you the predator? You hadn’t prediscussed kink dynamics or safe words, you were an asshole to him. He didn’t consent to that. He probably hated you. You were a horrible, horrible person.

“Adrian.” You whispered, why you were whispering you didn’t know, but you shook him. “Wake up.”

Adrian grumbled and mumbled. “What?”

“Are you mad at me?”

An eye opened. “What?”

“Are you mad at me. Do you hate me.”

At that, he rubbed his eyes and sat up on his elbow. “Babe, respectfully now, what the fuck are you talking about.”

You gesture vaguely. “All that! Earlier! I was mean to you!”

This makes him chuckle, and Adrian pulls you close as he positions his torso on top of you. You didn’t feel trapped, but comforted.

“Did I not give you enough aftercare? Is that what this is about? I’m sorry Angel,” Maybe it’s because he’s half asleep, but he kisses you. And maybe because you’re anxious a desperate for reprieve, you kiss him back. “You were so perfect for me today.” Another kiss, his tongue sliding lazily inside your mouth. “Everything was perfect, I’m not mad at you, I love having you here with me… Any other affirmations you need just me know, I’m very tired.”

With that, Adrian gives your cheek a kiss, and rests his head on your chest. He giggles, whispers “boobies” and falls asleep with your arms wrapped around each other.

The anxiousness in your chest settles, he calms you in a way Jason never could; Adrian always did know just what to say when you were upset at work. For the first time since you came here, you get a full nights sleep.

Chapter 5 Summary:

Angel is warming up to Adrian, but also becoming more dependant

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Adrian slept with a smile on his face; you noticed that as the sun shined on him. You’d have to ask him for something to cover the small basement window above your bed, you hoped it didn’t wake him. You hated yourself for thinking it, but he really was handsome. The golden sun of the morning made the dirty blonde shine, the curls mapping through his hair, swirling around and around until looping over his ear. You took your chance to look at him, to really get close and observe. Long lashes brushed the apples of his cheeks, and when you looked closely had skin had several acne scars, a couple on his cheeks indented. He must’ve been a picker. You’d suspected Adrian was autistic, and skin picking was common for autistic people.

You asked him, once. He looked at you so confused.

“Why, what makes you think that?”

His mouth was stuffed with mozzarella sticks and you and he ate over the bar top. You needed to get refills for a table, but they were pissing you off and weren’t going to tip anyway, so hanging out with Adrian was better.

“Well, lots of reasons. It’s not a bad thing. There’s your food thing for one.”

“My what.”

You gesture to his plate. “You don’t dip your mozzarella in marinara. You don’t dip anything in sauces, actually.”

“Why would I want slimy stuff on my food?”

That made you giggle. “There’s your animal facts. Special interest, one might say?”

“Hey” He points at you. “That’s a freebee”

“Adversion to touch.”

“Not all touch! Just the bad ones!”

“Not understanding social cues!”

“I understand social cues just fine when people tell me exactly what they mean!”

“Adrian.” You give him a smile, then take half of his motz out of his hand. The cheese pull was mid, considering the trash you served people here. You shake your head. “If you magically come into enough money to see psychologist, maybe consider it.” You toss the piece in your mouth and walk away. You can fell his eyes on you and he calls your name. You turn around.

“It’s not all touch.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t hate all touch.” From across the room, you waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Instead, he just looked at you with parted lips and wide eyes, hoping you understood.

Back then, you didn’t. You think you did now.

Needing to pee, you get out of bed, take a step and-

*Plop!*

“OW!”

You fell on your ass on the shag carpet. Adrian was quick to scramble and get up, leaning over the bed with a worried expression. “Are you okay?!?!?”

“I SLIPPED ON YOUR FUCKING CUM, ADRIAN!!”

At that, his face split into a wide grin and he began laughing as he got up. “Are you fucking kidding me!” He scoops you up, carrying you to the bathroom as he giggles to himself. “That’s silly.” When he set you down on the bathroom counter, he was smiling. Adrian wet a washcloth, and wipes your feet.

Carefully, you watch him. He waits for the water to warm, then uses firm movements to clean the bottoms so you don’t track cum everywhere. Moments from last night flash in your head, and your stomach feels warm. Never in your life had you seen someone so beautiful as Adrian Chase on his knees for you. The scene was mesmerizing, and you can feel yourself getting wet at just the thought. The whole ordeal had left you wet and dripping last night too, slick pooled in your underwear.

Adrian was strangely quiet, brows furrowed as he cleaned you up, even between your toes. He grabs lotion and begins massaging it into your feet, all of this being something you didn’t ask for. Jason never did things without asking… guilt bubbled where arousal had been. He was being too nice, you must’ve upset him.

“Are you mad at me?”

Confused, he looks up. “Do you not like foot massages?”

“You’re doing it because you’re mad.” You pull your foot away, but he holds on.

“Babe. What on earth is a mad foot massage.”

“Because you’re mad and now you want me to feel bad!”

He looked absolutely baffled. “I don’t know what Jason did,” He shakes his head and goes bad to rubbing the drying lotion in, “But he sounds like a real jerk.”

He was a jerk. Jason definitely was, and as you watched this sweet man rub your feet, you started to wondering if Adrian was really all the bad, comparatively.

“Do you have to work today.”

“Yeah, unfortunately… I’d rather spend the day with my sexy cool girlfriend though.”

He looked up at you with such a cute face, his hair messy with sleep, you forgot to be bothered he called you his girlfriend. You forgot to correct him. Adrian's hands slide up to your ankles, rubbing them with his slick hands. You didn’t stop him when he rubbed your calves either.

“What if you called in… you’ve never called in to work before… just this once?”

A sea of blue-green gazed right back at you, intense and adoring as a light smile played at his lips. “You wanna spend the day with me?”

What you wanted was to leave… but you could not spend another full day alone with just Shrek. You were aching for connection, and the long hours that stretched felt like solitary confinement.

“Please?”

“Yes! We can have so much fun oh my god I got board games you’re gonna love and I can teach you how to count cards in poker and I’ll doordash us some food you’ll like and we can look up cool animal facts and-”

You kissed him. It mattered less and less that he was keeping you here, as long as he was here for you, as long as he didn’t leave you alone. You hated how weak you were, but as Adrian's hands slid up your legs, you kissed him deeper, hands burying themselves into a mop of curls. Eager, that's the word that popped into your head as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. And a lot more experienced than you expected. You moan when his hands make their way to your inner thighs, and he’s panting against your mouth.

“Can I touch you, Angel? Fuck, I’ve wanted to touch you so long, please? Pleasepleaseplease?”

Instead of answering, you bite his lip and take his hand, sticking his hand under your shorts. Your bare cunt was easily accessible, and when Adrian feels how wet he’s got you, he moans and shutters so hard he slumps against you, like the weight of the eroticism was simply too much.

After months of sloppy, boring fucking from Jason your body reacted quick to the rapid, attentive finger fucking Adrian gave. You yank on his hair, unable to control the ecstasy building and you swear he gasps and moans at the same time. When he thumbs at your clit, you drop your head back, pulling away from him but he buried himself in your covered breasts. The t-shirt didn’t stop him from pawing at your boobs and sucking and biting at you, leaving wet marks all over the red material.

Adrian curled two fingers inside, and you were just about done with.

“Fuck!” You shout, your legs suddenly growing extremely wet as you squirt all over him.

Wrapping your arms around his head, you smoother him in your chest, his hot breath spreading on the fabric as he cums in his pants- you could tell by the way his body stiffens. For a few moments, you and him just stay there, together and sticky, no one taking any clothes off but somehow both satiated.

When he pulls back, it's with a wide grin on his face as he looks down at his grey sweat pants soaked with your cum.

“Adrian, fuck, I-” You’re about to apoligize- Jason thought it was gross you squirted.

“Babe!” He’s… giddy? “That was the hottest thing in the world!” Adrian picks you up by the waist, spinning you around with a dopey grin on his face.

The day was filled with fun, just like Adrian promised. 3 hours alone were spent trying to win monopoly (Adrian did not go easy on you), jumping on the bed, pokemon battles on the nintendo ds’s, getting fingered against a wall, dance party to One Direction, showing Adrian High School Musical, Adrian crying during High School Musical 2 (🎶I gotta go my own wayyyy🎶), and the biggest door dash order you’ve ever gotten.

By the time it’s 11 PM, you and Adrian are eating leftover chips and queso (Well, just chips for Adrian) and his phone alarm goes off. It says “Fight crime :) ”

“Oh! Time to go!” He hopped off the couch and started stripping.

You’re too flabbergasted to oggle his body. Well, much, anyway. “Whatdya mean?”

He slides off his pants, and your eyes do glance down to his tighty whiteys.

“Gotta kill some bad guys, babe!”

You lean over the couch, chest tightening and heart speeding up. “I thought were were having fun?”

“We were, babe!” But he doesn’t elaborate, and you begin to spiral. All you heard was were, and that echoed in your mind.

Adrian wasn’t sure what happened, why your mood changed so suddenly. He didn’t understand why your eyes darted and hands fidgetted, why you began following him around as he got dressed in his suit.

“What’s wrong, Angel?”

“I don’t understand why you’re leaving…” Your voice sounded so small, and he didn’t know why. He’d spent all day with you.

“Well, someone has to kill vandals and car thiefs!” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was to him.

You stepped in front of him, and Adrian lifted up his mask to lean down and give you a goodbye kiss, but you pushed him away. It wasn’t hard, but it felt like a punch in the gut. “You can leave!” You push him again, this time further away, hands planted firmly on his chest. You were pushing him away from the door.

But Adrian easily picks you up, manhandling you until you’re on the couch. “People need me.”

“I need you! I need you to stay with me! I’m lonely here!”

He pats your head. He loved that you’d miss him! You and him were making great progress. “I’ll be back before you know it!” And moved for the door, but you were fast, getting between him and the frame, fighting him for the handle.

“Babe, c’mon! I gotta go!”

“No!”

What ensued was a wrestling match, Adrian trying to get the door open, to pry your fingers off the handle without hurting you. When he finally got it open, you were shouting at him not to leave you, and it broke his heart to close the door on that sad face of yours.

Tightness constricted his chest, he didn’t understand what happened, he didn’t understand what you were so upset about? And he didn’t know how to make it matter. There weren’t two of him, not on this earth anyway, and he needed to be in two places at once. He needed to be out on the streets and home with you. Adrian felt so angry at himself for how sad he made you, and as his mom tried to talk to him as he walked past the kitchen, it just made him more upset.

“What was all that yelling? Do you have a friend over?”

“Shut up mom! GAH!”

Chapter 6 Summary:

Angel steaks her claim.

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For a full hour, you sit against the door crying. For a while you scream and bang at the door, but it becomes obvious he’s not coming back any time soon. Shrek curls up on your lap, meowing and rubbing his head against your arm in an attempt to comfort, so you cuddle him close. It was just you and Shrek sometimes, you supposed. Sniffling, you crawl into bed and cry yourself to sleep. You wished you could at least put on your crying playlist, but Adrian blocked out youtube, spotify, all of that with parental controls. Now you just cried in silence like a loser.

Adrian couldn’t fucking concentrate. Even as he slammed the coke dealer's head into the bathroom sink, his mind was only on you. Fuck you were so sadd, how could he leave you like that? But duty called. Alas crime didn’t stop when you were madly in love. He needed to figure out something to keep you happy during the nights he was gone. At this point, Adrian fully intended to not go back to Fennel Fields at all- he could barely manage you crying for the pure joy of splattering a bad guys brain matter all over white tile, how was he supposed to say no to that angel face to go wash grease off of plates?

Before you even opened your eyes, you awoke to the feeling of being watched. It’s an intense feeling, one that makes your skin prickle and hair stand up. It’s one that you recognize as having felt for months. Adrian was here.

You open your eyes to Adrian, squeaky clean, showered, Dahmer glasses and all, kneeling at your bed with his arms crossed and resting his head on the soft knit sweater. Fuck, he looked so tender like this, so young. It was as if he and you were star crossed lovers waking up after a first night shared together. Instead, your eyes were red and puffy, aching with tears.

Adrian reached out, and you didn’t flinch but rather lean into the soft hands, little callouses on his palms that made him feel real and grounding while his face was more akin to an angel, a cherubin.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you softly, sweetly, like waking a child who screamed and fought to take a nap. You just shrug. He lifted a grocery bag. “I brought some craft stuff? Something to do while I’m gone?”

You feel your lip quiver and your heart sink in disappointment. “You’re leaving again?”

“Nonono!” Adrian scrambled, climbing up into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m all yours for the day!” His sweat is warm and his arms are large, wrapping you up in protection and assurance. “I missed you so much, every second I was gone, I always miss you! Every day, I’d go home and just miss you and think about you all the time. I'd just lay here wishing you were here and now look!” Adrian rolls back and forth with you in his arms on the bed until you’re laughing with him, heart refilling like in a video game as he tickled you.

“And now you’re with me and it’s like a sleepover every night! How cool is that!”

💓

“We can hang out all the time!”

💓💓

“Explore weird sex stuff to bond!”

💓💓💓

“I can wake you up with kisses!”

💓💓💓💓

“And play with Shrek!”

💓💓💓💓💓

When he stopped messing around on the bed, you were on top straddling his slacks. You cross your arms over his chest and study him, Adrian’s face soft and adoring, fingers running up and down your body.

“You’re really pretty,” You tell him, reaching out to caress the side of his face with the back of your hand. He starts blushing and giggling.

When you kiss, you pull his glasses away and set them on the bedside table, knowing that one kiss with Adrian straddled underneath you wouldn’t be enough, you need to taste him, devour him, consume him so he stays with you always. He tastes like cherry. Your head pulled away, looking down. “Did you get cherry cola without me? YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE!”

“Nuh uh! Look!” He sits up with you on his lap, then leans over the bed. How he doesn’t drop you, even as you dipped down over the edge with his arms tight around your middle. Adrian pulls a pop can out of the bag, glistening with condensation. Nice and cold.

“Fuck, you’re amazing!” You dive in to kiss him again deepening the kiss until his hands slipped under your shirt and you didn’t even care. You didn’t care that you were letting your kidnapper touch your bare skin, to explore your body, that you were practically begging him to. None of these thoughts crossed your mind when you tucked your hand under his shirt and pulled the sweater over his head. Or tried to. His head got a little stuck and it took some maneuvering, but once it was off, you shoved him down on the bed to get a proper look.

Where the god damn hell had he been hiding these muscles. You know he had some strength to him- he lifted a lot of boxes for you, large salad containers that were your job to restock- but you didn’t think it was like this. Adrian Chase was sculpted. Now you, you liked all kinds of body types, didn’t matter much to you, but this was certainly something. You were especially drawn to his pecs, big, meaty tits you just wanted to bite. And his arms, god, his arms….. It’s all a shame they’ve been tucked away in that ugly fuck-ass uniform all this time.

“Oh my god…” You murmur, running your hands softly over his arms- but then he winces, looks as if he’s in pain. You draw back. “Are you okay?”

Adrian gives a nervous laugh. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, sorry.”

You go back to touching him feather light, and you get the same reaction.

“Adrian?” Your heart is racing, wondering what you’re doing wrong, if he’s upset, if he’s gonna yell at you or ice you out…

Instead, he just communicates. “I don’t like being touched softly.”

“Oh… like a sensory thing?”

He appears confused. “Uh, no, because it’s the worst feeling in the world.” Adrian takes your hand, pressing it against his chest with pressure to show you what he likes. “Firm touch.”

Bracing yourself against his chest, you rock your hips against his growing bulge. “Yeah? You like it rough, Adrian?”

“I don’t necessarily ‘like’ it, but I think sex is a great way to get to know a person, a way to conn- ohhhhhh shit”

A deep roll of your hips left his eye lashes fluttering and sweet lips gasping. Only scooching back far enough to undo his buttons and zipper, and Adrian’s large hands fly to pull them down but you stop him.

Hands on his, your voice is quiet. “Not yet. Not ready yet.”

Gazing up at you, Adrian just gets a little nod. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Angel.”

In the back of your mind, there was an inkling of doubt, the thought that he would eventually take. You’re his victim, his captive, and worst of all he was someone you wanted to make happy. You were used to being the giver living with takers, trained down from the apple tree to the stump that was left when someone was done with you. But here with Adrian, he gave and took in equal measure, never keeping score. He didn’t give so you’d give back, he gave because he wanted to.

And if you gave in return, that was just a bonus to him.

You slide his slacks down, admiring the tent in his boxers. Sitting back, you take in the whole picture, your Adrian sprawled out and leaking a wet spot into his boxers and body firm and inviting while he anticipated your next move.

Adrian Chase was a work of art.

How had you not seen this before?

Scooching up, you begin humping away at him, watching his body flex and roll, muscles moving under lean skin and on a strong frame. Adrian's hands flex and pull at the sheets, and you grab them and bring them to your body. “You can touch me,” You give permission as you take off your shirt and Adrian looks like he’s seen God herself in your nakedness.

“Ho-o-ly shit…” Adrian drools over you like you were Jessica Rabbit or some shit. His hands were shaking as he touched you, it was as if he was afraid if he’d scare you away like a frightened rabbit. “You’re gorgeous… Jesus fucking christ.”

“You’re mine, right Adrian?”

“Yes!” You never heard him speak so fast. “Fuck yes, I’m yours I’m all yours, Angel, fuck, anything you need from me, anything you want its yours.”

Leaning over, you wrap your hand around his throat. You don’t know where this came from, but you felt a surge of power. You didn’t want to dominate him, not in your daily life… but in sex, you had control, a control that felt really fucking good.

Eye to eye, you rode him. “Don’t ever fucking leave me again.” You demand, speeding up your movements, the loose sleep shorts leaving your pussy rubbing against the thin boxer fabric. You could feel the wetness he leaked into his underwear, he was easy and desperate he was. Remembering Adrian's request, your free hands touch his body with pressure, firm grasps, nails digging into skin with your other arm choking him. Adrian could easily, and you mean easily get you off of him, manhandle your body away if he didn’t like it, but instead a light smile played at his face with the oxygen deprivation softening him, making him feel light and airy.

“Don’t fucking cum yet, you understand me? I don’t get to leave, you don’t get to leave, Adrian. You and me, that’s it. You just need me, right?” Adrian gives a little nod, eyes sparkling and dick twitching. Your wet cunt was making a mess between you two, his dick rubbing nice on your fold but not quite where you needed him. “Promise you’ll never leave me again, promise and I’ll let you cum.”

You let go of his throat, and he sucks in breath. You’re relieved to see he’s not dying for breath, you didn’t want to hurt him. “All yours Angel, holy fuck balls you’re perfect, you’re everything I need, please let me cum please let me cum oh my god, I’ll be so good.”

Assuming your rightful place in his arms, Adrian wraps you up in safety and rolls you over, humping away like a needy puppy between your legs. Gripping his curls you yank his head over to the side so you can access the column of his neck, listening to your pretty boy whimper when you begin sucking hickies into his neck, mine, mine, mine.

You wanted to own him, to possess him, for him to be yours in a way you’d never felt before, his adoration only on you, and yours only on him because fuck if you weren’t feeling more and more every day.

Two hands grip his cute butt and you guide his moments. “Gunna cum in your boxers like a teenager? You’re so pathetic. That’s why you need me, right? You need me because you’re a pathetic boy who has to kidnap a girl to get her to love you. It’s gross, you’re so fucking gross.” He’s panting, hips beginning to jerk and you’re close too.

“Go and cum, show me how weak you are, Adrian, go ahead baby.”

You suck a deep hickie into his soft neck as he cums, biting down when your orgasm hits. Wave after wave of pleasure, your pussy pulses and can’t help but crave the feeling of coming with his massive fucking cock inside you.

This time, when he rolls off you, Adrian is quick to praise you and give you care so the anxiety you felt after the guided jerk off didn’t happen again. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved what you gave him, whatever level of comfort that was. Adrian pulled you close, taking you away from the corner where the sheet had been ripped off and holding you nice and tight.

“God that was so fucking hot, Angel!”

You realize you’re still fully clothed, and with his shirt off, there's a yearning you have that is difficult to voice. With Jason, and every boyfriend and girlfriend you’ve ever had, there wasn’t much touch outside of sex. Orgasm was the goal and your body was a tool to get there. But with Adrian, he touched you casually, romantically. Even as a friend at Fennal Fields there were high fives, palm reading or hand games, cracking your back for you, you giving him a pat on the back. Things that weren’t meant to arouse, but show affection.

“Adrian?”

“Yes, my sweet perfect Angel!” He booped your nose with a big ole smile.

“This is kinda stupid buuut… can I take off my shirt and just lay with you?”

He looked a little confused, but supportive. “Sure! We can do whatever you want, always… but, why?”

“It’s hard to explain… I guess I just haven't really felt close to anyone for a long time, touch deprived, I guess. Like skin-to-skin with a newborn baby type shit.”

“Oh yeah! That makes perfect sense! It’s bonding, that's how I feel about sex too”

Adrian Chase was living the dream. He had you, his precious Angel shirtless laying on top of him, his hands massaging your back, whispering sweet words to you as you were skin-to-skin. Today was so fucking hot, you looked like a goddess riding him, begging to not leave you, saying he was yours…. Oh fuck he was getting bricked up again. Adrian took deep breathes and thought of sad animal ASPCA commercials and hoped you didn’t notice.

“Angel… you know I have to leave sometimes right? I'm a vigilante, and I do have to work… although my friend Ads is working on something so maybe I’ll have a bit more of a regular schedule soon!”

You nod against his neck, kissing his collar bone. “I know… can you maybe do something like, a calendar or something? So it doesn’t take me by surprise?”

Adrian laughs out loud, “Oh course I can! You’re so silly, always acting like these little things are big inconveniences.”

You pull up to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, look at this!” He gestures to where you two lay naked, gleeful still. “You think I was going to say no to my girlfriend wanting to lay naked with me? Fuck no! But you gave a whole explanation for it!”

He saw your eyes dart away and knew he’d said the wrong thing. “I’m sorr-”

He brought your face down for a kiss, cutting you off because as soon as you opened your mouth with that look, he knew what you were going to say. You always had a look in your eyes when you were about to apologize for something that no one else on the planet would apologize for. At first, you’d found it endearing, a sign of how sweet you were. Now, he sees it for what it is; how much you’ve been beat down by the world that you act as if exiting is cause for apology.

“Don’t you ever apologize to me, my perfect angel. Ever, ever, ever.”

Adrian decided then and there to carve out a little of his vigilante time to do some “retcon” on Jason. If he could find him committing a crime, he could kill him for all he’s done to you.

You and Adrian napped all afternoon. He kept you safe and close in his arms, and you were his little weighted blanket. How could life ever get any better?

Chapter 7 Summary:

11th street kids share uncertainties

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“How long will you be gone?”

“2, 3 hours max. Angel, I promise I can just cancel.”

Adrian was supposed to meet up with his friends for drinks tonight, and he’s giving you every detail to make sure you feel safe. You assure him that no, he should see his friends, because you know how important they all are to him. When you worked at Fennal Fields, he always talked about them. Chris and Emilia even came in once, but you were too slammed to meet them.

Shrek on your feet, you steal yourself to be alone. Adrian kept a calendar, a Bobs Burgers calendar off etsy, and marked where he’d be and how long so you were mentally prepared. Things had been going really well, spending time together having fun, so much fun. It was such a good time, in fact, that you forget you’ve been kidnapped; you can’t remember when you’d been this happy. Not that you weren’t sad sometimes- it hurt no one was looking for you, and it got really lonely, but you projected it all onto Adrian. And Shrek, but Shrek was stuck with you.

Adrian even got an airfryer and a mini fridge, and a bunch of seasoning so you could make air fryer recipes and teach him how to season. He started bringing down better food too.

You fidgeted in your shirt- Adrian’s shirt- your knees and arms are tucked into on the bed while Adrian gets ready. He sees your worried expression, and hates it, but he really does miss his friends. Ads and Emilia said they had an announcement and tonight was important, but he was going to miss you. Also, it wouldn’t hurt to flex the dark hickies on his neck. No one believed him when he said he was dating you.

You looked down at Shrek, watching him snore and even though your body was stiff in this position you didn’t dare move to him. An egg you remained. Adrian watched you, then sighed, walking into his closet. You didn’t notice him until he sat on the bed next to you. Off balance without your arms and knees stuck in the shirt, you fall over in a ball. “Oof!” Shrek jumps off with an unhappy meow.

A stuffed snoopy appears in front of your face, small and cute.

“A beanie baby?”

“Yeah!” He hands it to you. “I thought maybe you could hold him when you get sad like this and I’m not around.”

Your arms pop out of the sleeves, carefully taking the Snoopy in your hands. “But… you love your beanie babies”

“Not as much as I love you.”

“But the market is about to bounce back!”

Adrian beamed, as sure of his answer as he was of anything. He wanted the beanie baby to bring you comfort, and that was always more important than anything. As for you, you held the small toy in a tender touch, looking down at it with watery eyes that did not spill over, but rather glistened and marveled at the manifestation that Adrian was not just willing to buy you things, but to impart pieces of himself to you. Adrian Chase was totally, rawly, fully open.

When Adrian walked into the bar, he proudly strutted in, head held up high. Partly, this was how he held himself. Ads said when he walks, smiling and sauntering into a room, she hears “Break My Stride” by Matthew Wilder start playing. This general cheerfulness was amplified today by how well things were going with you. For the last week, you’d warmed up a lot and it was just like having a girlfriend to come home too! There were the sexual activities which were nice of course (no full sex yet, but that was cool! Adrian loved exploring other ways with you), but Adrian loved getting to have basement dance parties and terrible movie nights (the movies were terrible, not the nights with you!), and cooking air fryer recipes and learning a whole new world of flavor.

But truly, the reason Adrian walked with so much pep in his step, the reason he was so ready to meet up with his friends, and why he didn’t wear a collared button-down underneath his sweatshirt…

“Jesus Chris V!” Chris’s booking laughter echo’s in the bar. “Did you get attacked by a squid or something?”

Ads gasped in horror.

John poked at his neck.

Emilia squinted, taking a good look at the dark hickies, then hawking out loud in disbelief. Chris knew Adrian, as Vig, could get bitches. He’d had more than one threesome with the guy. As Adrian he just wasn’t that interested in sex. He’d had a few girls here and there when he was younger when a fascination struck, but really it wasn’t on his radar. Then here he comes, just strutting in, looking like he was turning a whole knew shade.

“That’s trashy, Adrian, but Ima let you have this one, as a treat.” Ads patted his back as a beaming Adrian sat down. The waitress cringed at him when she took his order, not even trying to compose herself when she came back with Adrian’s whiskey sour.

Chris couldn’t stop examining him. “Whose the lucky girl?”

“Or guy?” Emilia added.

“Or vacuum cleaner.”

“It was not a vacuum cleaner, thank you very much.” Adrian retorted at John, then stared on dreamily, saying your name.

“Wait, the chick at the restaurant you were obsessed with? Dude!” Chris high fived him. “Nice one, bro, she’s a hottie.”

Emilia flicked him.

“Ow!”

“Call another woman a hottie again and I’ll break your ridiculously huge arms.”

“Sorry baby, you’re the only hottie for me.”

The couple gave a quick peck, smiling faces looking at each other lovely and Emilia was satisfied with his answer.

Adrian watched them, his heart missing you. He wondered what you were doing. “I’m going to the bathroom. Number two if you were wondering.” He looks at John for the last part.

“I wasn’t…” But he was.

In the stall, Adrian’s got his pants pulled all the way to his ankles as he watches the live stream from the room cameras. He sees you sewing something, but couldn’t tell what yet. He continued as he finished and washed his hands, smiling when he saw you betting Shrek.

“Are you having fun, Angel?”

From the small camera screen, he smiles when you jump in your spot and shout, head whipping around back and forth.

“Sorry! Sorry! I should’ve warned you, I have cameras! Upper right corner.” Adrian watched you find it, perched over the head of the couch, then you wave.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I can hear you.”

“You’re not watching Frankenstein, are you?” It came out today, and you promised Adrian you wouldn’t watch it without him. He was going to stop by the store and get you some wine and all your snacks and a nice smelling candle and make a ‘cute a fuck’ date night. He heard there was nudity, but he appreciated Oscar Issac’s body. For the art, of course.

“Okay, just wanted to check on you… I miss you…”

The camera quality wasn’t the best, but he thinks he sees you smile. “I miss you too, Adrian.”

Back at the table, Adrian’s shoes stuck to the floor one more time as he hoped up onto the high top chair, gathering around the table. Everyone looked at him. Ads nudged John, hard.

“Oh!”

“You said you’d ask!”

“Fine! Jeez!” Chris looked back at Adrian. “So, we’re a little curious about this girl of yours.”

Adrian lit up. “Oh yeah! What do you wanna know? Her favorite show is Bob's Burgers, she’s showing me how to season food, she’s got a cat named Shrek-”

“Terrible name for a cat.”

Adrian planted his palms on the table, leaned in and glared at Chris, “It’s a great name for a cat! If you had a cat you’d probably name it something stupid like- like Catty or some thing! Something dumb like that!”

“ADRIAN” Ads put a hand on his shoulder, making him sit back again.

“Is that a dig at Eagly, dude?” Chris begin to stand in defense of his best friend, but a hand from Emilia calms him down.

For a moment, the group sits in awkward silence, the two friends calming. In a few seconds, their anger would subside and they’d forget, as they always do, about the petty squabble.

John cleared his throat. “What Chris was going to ask,” he shot Chris a look, “Is if you were dating or if this was a hook up situation.”

“Oh, dating.” Adrian smiled again.

“But did she say she was your girlfriend?”

Adrian frowned. “Well, she sucked on my neck and made me say I’m hers while she rode my bulge, so…”

Emilia sighed, not wanting those details, but Chris spoke, seemingly forgetting about the previous offense. “We’re just…” he looks to Emilia, unsure, and Emilia whispers ‘concerned’. “We’re just concerned that this chick wants to have sex with you, and for good reason, bro,” Chris gestured at Adrian’s muscles. “But that you’re more…” He looks to Emilia again, who sighs, and takes over, speaking bluntly.

“We know that you aren’t into casual sex, so we don’t want someone taking advantage of you if you’re more emotionally invested than she is.”

Adrian chuckled nervously, tucking his face into his neck the way he does when he’s trying to play something off. “Guyyysss. Please, what, you don’t think I can pull a hot girl as my girlfriend?”

Everyone looked at each other, back and forth, but not at Adrian.

Ads started. “It’s not that, it’s just you can be a little…”

“Wierd.”

“John! This is why I didn’t let you do the talking!”

Adrian has fun with his friends, but nervousness was bubbling in him. You hadn’t said you were his. You hadn’t said you were his girlfriend. He’d said he was yours, and he’d proclaimed you his girlfriend, but had you actually said you his girlfriend? Had you called him your boyfriend?

Fuck. By the time he got home with his bag full of treats, he was an anxious mess. When he opened the door, Shrek nuzzled at his legs but Adrain stared off blankly.

“Hi Adrian!” You greet him, but notice his strange demeanor. Immediately, your body seizes, preparing for a fight, for him to yell at you that you were too much work or didn’t contribute enough or Shrek shit too much or something. On the bed, you sit your sewing craft aside on the bedside table and tuck your hands under the blankets to anxiously fidget. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Adrian set the bags on the counter, and bent down to pet Shrek. “I got the M&M’s like you asked.”

Was the issue the M&M’s? Had you been too needy asking for them? You wanted to melt them and drizzle over the popcorn for the movie night, a little sweet treat for Adrian but perhaps you’d asked for too much. You didn’t need M&M’s, you should’ve just been grateful when he suggested popcorn, you should’ve been more enthusiastic, not tried to make it better. He was probably realizing how needy you were, how you couldn’t just be happy with popcorn.

“Okay!” You begin to get out of bed, scrambling to placate, to make yourself useful. “How about you go shower and I’ll make the popcorn, okay? Don’t worry about anything I’d got it, I’ll clean up everything too-” When you reached him, Adrian buried his fingers in your hair, kissing you deep and strong. There’s a franticness to it, an edge, like there was something to prove as he wrapped your legs around his middle and carried you to the bed. You were embarrassingly wet already, Adrian’s need for you settling deep in your stomach. Not his need for sex, but rather his need for you, just you.

Soon enough he was humping away between your legs, but not talking which was very much strange for Adrian. You could feel his bulge in his slacks, desperate and constrained, and you reach for his button, sliding the pants down and just leaving him in his boxers after you pull his shirt over his head. In the golden lights of the basement, Adrian’s broad expanse enfolds you, kissing and biting and whining but still not talking. Jason used to not talk to you when he was mad, but he’d never touch like this, even on the good days.

“Are you m-”

“Are you my-? Oh shit, sorry Angel.” Adrain laughs, cooling down long enough to drag himself away from your skin. The way he smiled down at you, crooked glasses slipping down his nose, you could almost assure yourself he wasn’t mad. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“No, no, you-” You reach to take his glasses off his face, fingers pinching the warm metal but a hand meets yours.

“I wanna see you tonight.”

Your heart flutters at the tender look on his face, the light that glints on the glasses rim and something tells you tonight is different. It’s special.

“Okay.” You whisper, leaving his glasses to run your nails hard down his skin. Not enough to hurt him, not yet, but you knew he didn’t like the tickling feeling. Hard, firm touches. His eyes roll back, lips parting in a moan as you tell him to go first.

“You mmmm-my girlfriend?” He asks, palming your breasts through your Bojack Horseman shirt. “We said I’m yours but,” Adrian begins to kiss your neck again, rutting into you as he pulls down your leggings. “Are you mine? Are we together? Fuck baby, please say we’re together, I can’t do this shit without you -ohmygodimsonervous-” He laughs to himself, the giggle reverbering against your tender, wet skin. Fuck, you wanted him to bad, you wanted to feel that massive package inside you instead of just grinding against your clit. “All I ever want is you, are you mine? Please? Chris says you just want me for sex but that’s not true, is it?”

And suddenly you realized, he wasn’t mad at you, he was worried. He was anxious. Adrian needed reassurance.

Hands planted firmly on either side of his cheeks, pushing up his glasses sturdier on the bridge of his nose, you force him to look at you. He’s still long enough for you to lip your head and kiss his lips, his eyes worried and curious, his mouth parted in anticipation. You smile up at him.

“My handsome boyfriend…”

His head drops back, and he moans so goddamn loud you swore he just came in his pants, but then his body is on you like a rabbit squirrel over a tree truck, scrambling and clawing and gnawing as he gets you undressed. When he tugs down your pants, you ask, “What are you doing?”

And he slides two fingers right in. “Gonna have sex with my girlfriend.” The dominance turned you on. Jason was always so wimpy, somehow not respecting your ‘no’ but also so pathetic it turned you off. But then Adrian paused, eyes wide as his words settled and his fingers stilled two knuckles deep. “I mean, if you want to have sex.”

“Adrian Chase,” You can’t help but giggle, joy filling your chest. “If you don’t put your dick in me right now, I swear to god I will scream.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you?”

“I’m far from a virgin, and I like it to hurt a little. Just fucking do it.” You feel his strong arms, the thick biceps, and wondering if you could get him to choke you with them. “I need you, Adrian.”

That was all he needed to hear. Notching himself at your entrance, he pushed up his glasses, then held your face, pinching your cheeks. “Want you to look at him.” His voice was deeper, more serious than you heard in your entire friendship with him.

This is why he wanted his glasses to stay on. Adrian wanted to see your face, watch as your eyes widen and brown rise as you realize just how much you have to take as he slowly slides inside. To watch your mouth drop and gasp as he tells you he’s only half way in. To see the tension and shock when he finally bottoms out, hitting something sweet inside you.

Starting slow, Adrian begins to fuck you, massaging your your body to relax it as your juicy cunt adjusts to him until you’re sloppy, moaning, writhing mess underneath him.

“Adrian!” Your nails dig into his asscheeks the way his thumbs press bruises into your hips, and he makes sure to kiss you as much as possible. Nothing was quite like kissing you, and even though being inside your tight pussy was a dream, even though it felt better than any person he’d gotten inside, he’d be content just kissing you for the rest of your life.

When he grabbed a leg and hitched it over his hip, allowing him deeper in, that's when you started practically screaming, and he knew he struck gold, your pussy getting tighter and tighter every thrust, practically choking him. Adrian braced a hand against the headboard, getting himself a birds eye view of the beautiful mess he was making of you. Thank god his cameras were recording.

With Adrian perched above you, you got to see the most amazing view as Adrian made a mess of you. A muscular body, but not overdone like some actors. He still looked real, looked that Adrian. And fuck, those arms. You look at his armpits, smelling the slight musk. Adrian was a very clean person; a man who took care of personal grooming was a turn on. Adrian was organized and put together, but flashy overpowering colones, just the smell of dove soap (he had sensitive skin), deodorant, and the light smell of sweat that came from the days activities. Sometimes, when he came back from patrol, you could get to him when he smelled nice and dirty. But still, even if you liked the smell of his natural pheromones, you weren’t going to complain about a man that actually took care of himself. Not when you were used to Jason’s nasty ass. More and more you resented him, not missed him. How could you miss Jason when a man like Adrian took such good care of you?

Adrian slammed into you, grunts and sounds of pleasure emitting from his lips which assured you of how good you felt. You never had to wonder long with Adrian, he always let you know exactly how good you were. Even when your anxiety took over, it was soothed down to a simmer before you mad much time to think it to a boil.

Adrian thumbed over your clit, watching you grip at the sheets.

“Wanna watch you cum, Angel. Can’t beat this view.” The thud, thud, thus, of the headboard couldn’t even distract him, even when he usually hated repetitive noises. “Can you do that for me? Wanna watch you, wanna see- oh! Ohmygod, look at you! So much fucking pretty when you cum, so fuckin- oh god, oh my god, I’m gonna, shitshitshitshit-”

Adrian spilled into you, orgasmic bliss unlike anything he’d ever felt in his life with you cumming around him, your sweet sounds filling the air. He collapsed on top of you, full weight pressing you into the bed just how you liked. The first experience he’d had with you, where you bullied him while he jerked off, Adrian had crawled into bed and said how hot it was and cuddled you, you’d woke him asking if he was mad. The second time, when he’d fingered you until you squirted, he was so enraptured with you he showered you in praises and love. He noticed you didn’t ask him if he was mad. So, now he makes a very intentional effort to give the most aftercare he could so you always knew you were loved. It was pretty fucking easy, just look at you.

He cleaned you up, carrying you to the bathroom so you could pee (No UTI on his watch!) and get all him cum out- and there was a lot. He used a face wipe to wipe off the sweat so you didn’t get a break out or anything, all while telling you how perfect you were. He looked away for a moment, rambling about getting plan B and condoms tomorrow as he put items away, and when he looked back, he was happy to see you were smiling.

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amysfav on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Oct 2025 05:33AM UTC

YEEEESSSSSSSSSUUHHHH

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tempestuious on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Oct 2025 06:57AM UTC

Loved this omg

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rahhharghrg on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Oct 2025 10:53AM UTC

Bookmarking in hopes of moreeeee

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 1 Tue 07 Oct 2025 02:51AM UTC
  
  more coming!!
  
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lunaticsandidiots on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Oct 2025 01:32PM UTC

DELICIOUS, 17 MORE PLEASE AND THANK YOU BARTENDER!!!

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 1 Thu 16 Oct 2025 08:29AM UTC
  
  on its way!
  
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rachaelmeow on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Oct 2025 09:57PM UTC

YESSSS MORE PLZ😭😭😩

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ViolaLunt on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Oct 2025 10:08PM UTC

Loved this. Excited for chapter 2

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Supernatural_Destiel_love on Chapter 1 Tue 07 Oct 2025 03:46AM UTC

AHHHH OMG!! so good!!!!!

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Caro (Guest) on Chapter 1 Tue 14 Oct 2025 07:05PM UTC

Omggggg this was perfect

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bedroomvibes on Chapter 1 Tue 04 Nov 2025 05:19AM UTC

At the mom's basement comment I was like "Damn she really is mean" 🤣

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Liana (Guest) on Chapter 1 Sat 08 Nov 2025 11:18PM UTC

Moves gently, but deeply within, I have a great plan for your story. You can reach me out on discord liana22222

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Sab (Guest) on Chapter 2 Tue 07 Oct 2025 08:23PM UTC

Adrian needs to grab Shrek! Can’t have him with Jason. I thought for a second Adrian was going to off Jason.

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 2 Tue 07 Oct 2025 08:33PM UTC
  
  #saveshrek! someone said this on tumblr too, dont worry i have a plan! and dont think jason is safe yet lol!
  
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RevengeSugar on Chapter 2 Wed 08 Oct 2025 02:07AM UTC

This is soooo good pls more!

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 2 Tue 14 Oct 2025 02:49AM UTC
  
  Done!
  
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2. 1. RevengeSugar on Chapter 2 Tue 14 Oct 2025 03:14AM UTC
    
    [Indistinct screaming]
    
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targbbydoll on Chapter 2 Sat 11 Oct 2025 04:09PM UTC

save us adrian 💔

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missy_2003 on Chapter 2 Sat 11 Oct 2025 05:56PM UTC

This is spectacular, pls continue. I really love it your narrrative.
#saveshrek tooo.

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 2 Tue 14 Oct 2025 02:49AM UTC
  
  That’s so sweet thank you!!!
  
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bella1357 on Chapter 2 Sun 12 Oct 2025 04:54AM UTC

the clapper 😭😭 so excited for what happens nextttt!

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 2 Tue 14 Oct 2025 02:50AM UTC
  
  Tell me Adrian wouldn’t have the clapper!!
  
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akili (Guest) on Chapter 2 Mon 13 Oct 2025 06:02PM UTC

I'm loving this, please don't stop

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Maddox xxx (Guest) on Chapter 2 Mon 13 Oct 2025 11:18PM UTC

When do chapters come out?

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 2 Tue 14 Oct 2025 02:50AM UTC
  
  Hi! Mostly whenever I wrote them, no ser schedule!!
  
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Iman_zaman on Chapter 2 Sat 01 Nov 2025 10:13PM UTC

the clapper "the fuck" 😭😭😭😭

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Akili (Guest) on Chapter 3 Tue 14 Oct 2025 02:34AM UTC

Shrek is back 😍

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1. cosmickid24601 on Chapter 3 Tue 14 Oct 2025 02:48AM UTC
  
  SHREK IS BAAACK
  
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RevengeSugar on Chapter 3 Tue 14 Oct 2025 03:23AM UTC

Adrian is so fucking nasty damn
Thanks for the chapter<3

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